Transformation

ONE MONTH LATER,

Abby stood before the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. She hardly recognized the woman who stared back at her, a vision of dark allure and wicked charm.

Gone was the girl-next-door innocence, replaced by a femme fatale of undeniable allure. Her hair, once soft and flowing, was now coiled into an intricate updo, framing her face with a sense of mystery and intrigue. Red waves cascaded down her back, adding to the aura of danger that seemed to emanate from her very being.

Her eyes, once bright with innocence, now smoldered with an intensity that was almost unsettling. They were windows to a soul transformed, a soul that had embraced the shadows and found strength in the darkness.